The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

Zhang Wen's eyes lit up, but after thinking about it, she hesitated again.

"I want to eat KFC..."

She said softly, her tone helpless, "My mom always says it's foreign stuff, that it's poisonous, and she won't let me go. But I see so many people going, and I hear it's delicious."

She looked at Fu Hua expectantly: "Hua Hua, how about... we eat that?"

Fu Hua smiled slightly; actually, she had never tried it before.

"OK."

She picked up her bag. "Wait here, I'll go buy it."

Zhang Wen called out from behind, "I want that hamburger, and fries! And a Coke."

"receive."

Fu Hua waved her hand and pushed the door open to go out.

I've never eaten this before, but I can describe it in great detail.

Outside the shop, two women were standing not far away, looking this way.

"Yu Rou, this is the place."

Lin Jingqiu pointed to the Hua Ning Textile signboard.

"It's been open for over six months now, and the wife of Commander Wang in our unit wears clothes from their store."

"The style looks nice, and the material is good too. Let's go inside and have a look; I'm sure you'll find something suitable for your sister-in-law."

Su Yurou glanced around the store.

The decor is simple and refreshing, and the store is bright, unlike those old-established shops that are so dull.

The clothes hanging in the shop window were indeed more up-to-date than those in the department store.

"good."

she says.

Lin Jingqiu pulled her to go inside, but Su Yurou didn't move.

"Jingqiu,"

She rubbed her thigh and turned to ask, "Aren't you tired after shopping all morning?"

Lin Jingqiu paused for a moment, then nodded: "I am a little tired."

"Thank you for your hard work. Let's find somewhere to get something to eat first."

Su Yurou said, "I'll rest for a while and then come back to shop."

"Alright."

Lin Jingqiu looked around and pointed to the red and white sign not far away.

The voice was cheerful: "Hey, there's a KFC over there! I heard it's an American brand that sells Chinese-style meat patties, and lots of people go there. I've never been before, shall we go eat there?"

Su Yurou glanced in the direction she was pointing.

People were coming and going in front of the shop, and you could see through the glass that it was full of people inside.

She remembered that Fu Xiao had said before that this kind of Western fast food was expensive and not tasty, and was just a way to fool young people.

I wish I could eat this every day.

Looking at Lin Jingqiu's expectant eyes, she couldn't refuse.

After hesitating for a second, she nodded.

"Okay, let's go."

The two walked toward KFC.

The sunlight fell on them, casting long shadows.

The moment the shop door opened, a young woman was walking out carrying large and small bags of brown paper.

Fu Hua.

The three people brushed past each other.

Fu Hua was looking down at what she was holding, not noticing the person next to her.

Su Yurou was talking to Lin Jingqiu with her head turned to the side, without looking to the side.

It only takes two seconds to go in and out.

Fu Hua pushed open the door of Hua Ning Textile.

Zhang Wen came forward, her eyes fixed on the bag in Fu Hua's hand:

"Wow, this is KFC! It smells so good! Quick, let me try some!"

Fu Hua put down the paper package and watched as Zhang Wen eagerly tore it open.

Zhang Wen took the items out of the paper bag one by one and laid them out on the counter.

"Mirinda, Coca-Cola, 7UP, coffee, milk..."

As she rummaged through the food, she read aloud, "What's this? Salad? And chicken nuggets, mashed potatoes......"

She picked up the small bread roll, looked at it from all angles, and took a bite.

He chewed for a while, then frowned.

"It doesn't even taste like anything?"

She stared at the bread in her hand again. "This is a hamburger?"

Fu Hua smiled and said, "This is bread. A hamburger needs two slices of bread with a patty in between, but we don't have any in the store."

Zhang Wen pouted in disappointment: "My classmate said KFC was delicious, but this is all there is to it?"

"They're probably talking about KFC overseas; it'll probably be two years before it's available in our country."

Fu Hua picked up the glass of milk and took a sip.

"This store in China just opened, so they don't have much stock yet. When I went to buy some food just now, I heard a lot of people asking the staff for chopsticks."

"Would you like chopsticks?"

Zhang Wen's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but laugh. "You need chopsticks to eat fast food?"

Fu Hua nodded.

Zhang Wen laughed, picked up a French fry, dipped it in ketchup, and stuffed it into her mouth.

He chewed it, tasted it, and nodded: "This is alright."

She picked up another chicken nugget, tasted one, and said, "This one's fine too."

Then came the mashed potatoes: "This...tastes a little strange, but it's acceptable."

"Eat this!"

Fu Hua pushed a plate towards her: "This is a vegetable salad."

Zhang Wen took a bite, her lips drooping: "What a strange thing! Foreigners really have heavy tastes. A salad? It's just a cold dish, and it's not even as good as my mom's."

As she spoke, she picked up the soda and complained, "It tastes like orange soda, but not as good as Beibingyang soda."

While complaining, Zhang Wen jokingly remarked that she had tried everything.

Finally, he leaned back in his chair, touching his stomach, his expression somewhat complicated.

"The stuff isn't poisonous."

She said helplessly, "But my stomach... why does it feel like I haven't eaten anything at all?"

She looked at Fu Hua and asked, "Huahua, are you full?"

Fu Hua finished the last sip of milk and shook her head: "I'm not full."

Zhang Wen's eyes lit up: "Then how about... we buy two more bowls of fried noodles?"

Just as Fu Hua was about to speak, the doorbell rang.

Xie Ci pushed open the door and came in, carrying two aluminum lunch boxes in one hand and a thermos in the other.

He saw a pile of colorful paper cups and boxes on the counter.

He glanced at Fu Hua and Zhang Wen, twitched his nose, and smiled.

"Looks like I'm too late."

He waved the lunchbox in his hand. "Have you already eaten?"

Fu Hua stood up to greet her: "You've come at the right time. We weren't full and were just about to go out and buy some more."

"Not full?"

Xie Ci glanced at the pile of food. "KFC?"

Fu Hua nodded.

Zhang Wen leaned closer, grinning, "Brother Xie, your nose is amazing! You can even smell what our Sister Huahua ate! Like a dog's nose!"

Xie Ci was amused by her, took a few steps forward, and placed the things he was carrying on the counter.

"Don't go out."

He opened the lunchbox, which was full of chicken legs and rice, still steaming hot.

"I got my food at the company cafeteria. The chicken legs were stewed until tender, the rice was fragrant, and there was also egg drop soup. This is the kind of food that suits our Chinese palate."

The thermos was opened, and the aroma of egg drop soup wafted out.

"Brother Xie, you're absolutely right."

Zhang Wen leaned over and took a sniff, her eyes lighting up: "It smells so good! Much better than that mashed potatoes!"

She glanced at Xie Ci, then at Fu Hua.

Her eyes darted around. "Brother Xie, did you come all this way just to bring food? Or just to see our Huahua?"

In his acceptance speech, he readily admitted, "I have both."

Zhang Wen covered her mouth and laughed: "Then how do you know we haven't eaten enough?"

"Just a guess."

Xie Ci said, "I've been to that place. It's expensive and you don't get enough to eat. It's just a rip-off for foreigners."

Zhang Wen laughed even harder, picked up a chicken leg, and took a bite.

He mumbled indistinctly, "It's delicious, much better than KFC!"

Fu Hua also picked up her chopsticks and took a piece of chicken.

Xie Ci stood beside her, watching her eat.

While gnawing on a chicken leg, Zhang Wen said, "Brother Xie, what are you doing standing there? Sit down."

Xie Ci glanced around the shop; there were only two chairs.

One is behind the counter, and the other is next to the fitting room.

"I won't stay any longer, I'll be leaving soon."